Ennoble

Ennoble.

For a grasp or scope to see what happens in your head

Surely bets would be placed, far and wide

Nobody likes to view someone hurting inside

But you need a silk cushion soaked in spiritualism for your mind

The thinnest of ice

You have taunted so long

Your in-between falling

And already rising up

I can’t keep track of parameters I have set

Because you ran away with any toys we ever get

I turn my back on those who refuse to let in beauty.

That strangle out the grandeur of life,

And the lockets that capture the

Flames burning brightly from the hearts of the hopers

What do you know of pain?

Of problems?

Of loss?

Can’t you see that I’m who’s trying hard just to hold on?

When all I have is cheap thoughts

Cheap tightens on

That tightness makes me wheeze then I’m right back

Square one

I fight over possession because I posses no benefits

And as my grip on those gets weaker

I get weaker and so on

You never stop doing nothing

What a dangerous state

Perhaps an honour to your ferocity

Afraid to say this to your face

Is it testament to me?

To feelings,

Or to you

I can’t brush you under the carpet

Or flush you down the sink

Even after every casing point that I make

Can’t ignore a voice

You’re making a mistake

For to turn your back on someone is the worst thing you can do

Because it tastes so real when you imagine this is you

I realise now my time-spent casing highlights things to me

Carrying such heavy thoughts is necessary it’s obligatory

Because I know now I care about the welfare of you

This doesn’t mean I have a plan for making you see through

We never get the riddle book handed in our laps

With some Messiah and a biro who’s gone and filled in all the blanks

What we have is what we need

Its more simple than you think

Pour everything you feel onto paper using ink.